Ring a Ling, Ding a Ling
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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